Nothing but Flowers
Sunday, September 21, 2003
 
I went to DSW shoe warehouse yesterday and had several upsetting revelations as I tried to replace the Steve Madded loafers I've had for 4 years and worn nearly daily during the fall and spring (as you can imagine, they are slightly the worse for wear).
1) my feet are now so deformed by tendinitis that I can't fit into cute evening shoes
2) ditto cute regular shoes
3) shoes that fit without making me scream in pain are expensive
4) also ugly

Grrr. 3 years ago I could buy a Steve Madden size 8 shoe or a Kenneth Cole 7.5 without needing to try them on. I tried on 15 pairs of those brands (and others) in sizes ranging from 7 to 9 and it just wasn't going to happen.

So I have 2 pairs of Skechers. Both inoffensive looking and very comfortable, but not particlularly attractive. I considered going back to the store some other day when I hadn't walked at all and trying shoes on then, but quickly realized that all I'd do is buy shoes that really didn't fit well enough.

Jon posted a link to Wes from Boy Meets Boy's blog. Being me, I checked it out and found it, well...slightly hilarious.

Yesterday Chloe and I sat at a table talking to parents who had just dropped their kids off for the first day of college. Only a couple seemed really interested in theater, but I gave out about 25 season pass order forms. Not the 300 I was hoping for, but better (I hope) than the 4 or 5 we usually get. I also met the guy who ordered on for this year in april, presumably as soon as the student decided to come here. He was introduced as "Uncle Paul" and my gaydar went beep beep beep beep beep out of control. But it was really sweet because there were about 5 adults shepherding this student--who I haven't met and don't know the name of--to school. Also one mother who zeroed in on the paid opportunities, saying her son wouldn't have time for non-paying theater work. He came by too, and immediately asked about auditions. hmmmm.... All in all it was probably worth being at work at 8 on a saturday. probably.

Interestingly we got many more questions about Henry V than Cabaret.

I slept until 11 today, which made me very happy. Course, I didn't fall asleep until around 3, despite trying to go to bed at 9. Oh well.

Tomorrow is the real start. The new kids are here, the old ones are coming back...another new year. Sigh.
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